My occasional musings on travel and cultures old and new.

About

I am a recovering expat, readjusting to life back in the good ole US of A after five years in China. Massachusetts is now my home, and I am the deputy managing editor for the Berkshire Eagle, in Pittsfield.

This blog wouldn’t be possible without the help of Tiffany Tan and Ken McManus.

— Jimmy Nesbitt

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Hi Jimmy,
Thanks for your appreciative comments on the pictures on my blog oddendsphotography.wordpress.com.
Interestingly I’m visiting Beijing next week and looks like your blog is the right place for me to be at the moment!
Would love to know if there area any photography related activities or events happening in Beijing next week.
Warmly
Ankur

Hello there, thank you for visiting Find the Details and liking the post on Hong Hao: I came to say thanks and discovered that you’ll be able to go to the exhibition in person! If you do go, do let me know your thoughts….. All the best, FtD

I really enjoy your blog–I love how the little anecdotes manage to say a whole lot about the culture of Beijing. As an anthropologist–I love it! Because I liked your stories, I wanted to nominate you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award (the details are at http://markingtimelivingwar.wordpress.com/blogging-awards/). It may be a glorified chain letter, but it was a great incentive for me to find neat blogs like yours, so I thought I’d pass it on. Keep up the writing!

Hey Jimmy, found my way here through your ‘like’ of my post about traveling to Kangding County. I’m a fellow Beijinger. I work in Changping during the week and live my girlfriend near Jintaixizhao on the weekends. Anyway, cool blog, I’ll definitely be following.

Thanks for stopping by The Legion of Door Whores and for leaving a like for one of my images, it is appreciated 🙂 If you have time, please take a look at my blog sites http://reflectionsofchina.worpress.com and http://moreimagesfromme.wordpress.com , I do hope you will take a look and enjoy what you see there!..You have a really nice site here, certainly one worthy of a follow. Thanks again, Regards Mark

Hi Jimmy, Thanks for reading my post about Chinatown/Lunar New Year in Buenos Aires. You have a great blog! I’m living here in Argentina for a while but I’m going to move to Beijing in the next year or so to live, travel, and learn Mandarin. I’d love to read more about your observations and life in China. You’re already on a great adventure, but I hope the new year brings you even more interesting and wonderful experiences. All the best, Chris

I think we have a mutual “acquaintance”, Angie Z. from Childhood Relived.

I was touched deeply by the post about your father. Although our stories are not the same, I do recognize myself in so much of what you describe.

Pictures of my mother were kept under lock and she was never mentioned in our household. Obviously, when asked a direct question, my father would answer, but he never voluntered any information and even as a child I could tell, that this was a subject best avoided. So I did.

I too searched for my mothers friends (and even went so far as to call a phone number she had scribbled down in her diary) to get information. Weirdly, some of her friends also looked for me and got in touch with me via FaceBook.

I have to say, I envy you that recording a bit. Yes, I have her diary (with maybe 20-25 entries), which I treasure more than life itself, but to here her voice… . What a gift! Seeing as I don’t remember her at all, she’s not human to me and never was. I wonder what that is like sometimes.

I could go on and on, but I don’t want to spam your home with my incoherent ramblings, so I’ll leave it at a “Thank You”.

I’ll be suscribing to your blog and I really hope I’ll be seeing more of you around here. It was the search for someone like you that started my blogging adventure in the first place.

Thanks for sharing the story about your mom. I’m sorry you didn’t have a chance to get to know her. When my father died, I felt cheated because I only had 10 years with him. But now that I’m older I feel thankful for the time we spent together.

Also, thanks for the kind words about my post. I just tried to be honest, even if it was a little painful, about the steps my family took to weather the grief that we were all going through.